Viper : Enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 24: The Avengers Fucked Up

Chapter 24: The Avengers Fucked Up

*Disclaimer* Language gets a little R in this chapter for exaggeration

*Peter’s POV*

             I wake up at 5:30 to the sound of music, except it’s a bit muffled, like it’s coming through a wall. The more awake I get though, I realize it’s coming from… from the ceiling? I sit up and listen. Yep, it’s coming from the ceiling. Climbing out of bed, I realize it’s the genre of music Jade listens to. I smile and shake my head as I walk to the closet, completely disregarding my pants as I walk over them and grab a new pair off the closet shelf. I pull them on and listen. I can’t quite tell what, or who, she’s playing, but she must be trying to distract herself, or make this feel more like home. Music is Jade’s stress reliever, she also just thinks everything is better with background music, which is why half the time when I was over, she was playing music. After tugging a shirt on, I walk into the bathroom to make sure my hair isn’t sticking out at every angle possible. Oh, would you look at that, it is. Considering I’ve stayed at the tower several times before, everything I use in the morning (or after an afternoon nap) is here. I comb my hair and essentially make it look like I didn’t have an afternoon nap. Once I find my appearance acceptable, I go out of my room, walk down the hallway and step in the elevator; Jade’s music still rumbling. When I get to the 83rd floor, I hear everyone coming from the kitchen. I go to join them, but stop when I hear them talking.

*Jade’s POV*

            “Now dance, fucker, dance! Man, I never had a chance and no one even knew it was really only you!” I scream/sing along to You’re Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring. After about 30 minutes went by from Peter and I’s talk I started to get antsy, but I didn’t want to go out of my room and… socialize… ew. I mean if it were anyone else, sure, but I’d like to have as little conversation as possible with those I don’t like. And I’ sure they dislike me just as much. Then after another half hour of arguing with Jarvis, which I’ve determined to be an artificial intelligence, about letting me go over the towers schematics and footage, he eventually let up. Since 4, I’ve been listening to music and looking over the tower as well as the file Fury gave me. The file contains several papers I have to sign saying I’ll stick with SHIELD and keep it a secret, or they can erase my memories or some Men in Black thing like that, along with reviews of missions I would go on and summaries of everyone I’m living with. As if I didn’t already know most of this stuff.

Although, I could’ve gone without Stark’s drunk footage from his birthday a few years ago… Who am I kidding that shit was hilarious! Plus, they can’t wipe my mind if they can’t catch me, and I’m sure after several years I’d be placed on their “Minor Issue” list. Realizing it was 5:50, I close all the files I had Jarvis projecting in my room and head down the hall. I stop right before entering the main room and kitchen area. Here’s to one of the most awkward meals I’ll most likely ever have to sit through I take a deep breath and as soon as I’m about to continue, I hear Romanoff talking.

            “How is she not deaf? That music was so loud.”

            “Not to mention obnoxious.” Barton adds on. Oh what do they know? I doubt they even have the time to listen to music. They wouldn’t know a good song if it was attacking New York.

            “And here I thought Tony’s music was terrible.” Rogers says along with what sounds like clanging metal. Silver wear perhaps?

            “Hey my music is incredible, Sinatra, and if it weren’t so loud, I wouldn’t think her music was that bad, but she’s reminding me of when I was a teenager.” Stark says.